Fisting. Now that I have your attention, I’ll talk about fisting later in this post.
Since getting Bettie Master has been taking the car to work in the daytime, and getting home a lot faster then before. This has given us an oppertunity to go for our daily jog together. I for one, have really been loving this. It’s just much more fun with Master there for company. Before, I would do my workout first thing when I got up, and he would walk to and from work (eight miles a day). We were both pretty satisfied with this, but his getting home about an hour later than he does now didn’t leave much time for anything really. Plus, by the time he got home I was dying of hunger, because my belly wanted to eat an hour earlier.
Anyway, last night we were out for our jog/speed walk (I switch it up, because I can’t jog for a full hour yet) and we kept finding ourselves holding hands. Then we’d look at each other and one of us would remind each other that we should be pumping our arms instead of holding hands. I just think it is adorable that we can’t seem to keep our hands apart.
I’ve always been fascinated with fisting. The feeling of getting someone else’s hand completely inside my vagina is just so erotic to me. It hasn’t happened yet, but I keep hoping and wanting and dying for it to. The other night, Master decided he wanted to practise again, and I get to about three fingers usually before I just cum too hard, and it’s all over.
A lot of people have told me that your can’t be fisted if you’re too tight, or if your partner’s hands are too large. I’ve also read a book on the subject which says that both of those things aren’t true. The vagina is designed to stretch. You just have to make sure you go really, really slowly and use a boat-load of lube, even if you are already a really wet individual. Honestly, I’m hoping the book is right, because Master has really big hands, and I still want to feel one of them inside me someday. Not that I’m in a rush. I’ve been waiting five years, I can wait another few.